Outpour

by bedasree   Sep 20, 2012


Colors of despair,blooms
connived by the steady quiet
swoops into a rush,a terse kiss;
a fragrance dribbled into the murk.

The firmament wiped asunder,
the dagger looms close
Behold! the rushes quiver mild
the blossoms sleepily outpour
and the hills caught in a lull
wanes with the feathers tore....

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